81: A Learning, LARPing Experience
Jane was losing track of how many people she eventually planned to kill when she finally lost her mind and went on a murder binge. She would probably be helping the demons out because some of these people were apparently important. Like Chuck. He was number one at the top of her list.
She was now up on stage, glaring at Chuck, as he stuttered nervously through basic rules of this Q and A thing she was being roped in. Technically, she was supposed to be manning the doors, though Becky seemed to have taken up that position. Jane secretly hoped there was a stampede and Becky was trampled.
Jane was not in a charitable mood right now.
"Uh… okay, ask away." Chuck said nervously, rubbing his hands together as he stepped back to give Jane access to the microphone. He had put it back on the microphone just for her, figuring if it was in its holder, she wouldn't try cramming it down his throat.
"Why didn't Meg possess Jane?"
It was a little awkward, being spoken about as if she weren't real, and Jane squinted at the man who had asked the question. He looked like he took this stuff a bit to seriously. "Excuse me?"
"In Devil's Trap, Meg brings Jane- you," He coughed, smiling knowingly and winking at her, as if saying he would play along. "To Bobby's house, why didn't she just possess you or have some other demon do it? It's really seems against how demons act, they possess people all the time, especially ones who might be useful."
"Uh…" That was a good question and Jane didn't entirely know the answer. At the time, she hadn't thought about it because demons were a new thing for her, relatively. Afterwards, she hadn't thought about it at all, there had been other issues.
"I got this one," Chuck interceded, stepping up beside her. "Meg tried but Jane can't be possessed."
That was news to her.
"Why not?" Random guy demanded.
"Because, it's one of her abilities, and that's all you're going to hear about it because the good stuff is for future books."
"Wait, one of my abilities is that I can't be possessed?" Jane didn't care about the people not believing she was who she said she was. She didn't care. "Why didn't I know about this?"
"Hey, I didn't find out until recently either." Chuck had his hand over the mic, leaning towards her. He frowned, looking confused. "Didn't Dean tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"When he was zapped… into the future…?" Chuck trailed off when her blank look when to confused. "You knew about that, right?"
"Sort of, he said some things about it but… mostly he just asked me not to ask him."
"Oh… oh man, my bad, Jane."
"Wait, is there more?"
"You're going to have to talk to Dean about that, I don't need him trying to kill me. He already wants to, this might just give him enough reason." Chuck was playing with his hands again, looking nervous.
"I'll kill him for you, now spill."
"Hey, are you guys going to answer questions or what?"
Reluctantly, Jane turned back towards the people. Dean had some answering to do.
"Why doesn't Jane tell Dean about Sam?"
Jane was getting overly tired of these questions. So far she had been asked if she honestly thought Dean and Sam weren't having "relations", if she participated in them, why she thought 'Jane' had been introduced as Dean's wife, explained why she'd forgotten they were married and a slew of other invasive, obnoxious questions. Some of them though, made her seriously think her knowledge of her marriage because these people knew more than she did. "What do you mean?" She was sitting on Chuck's stool now, drinking from his bottle of water while he was perched on the stage, leaning back against her legs.
Even though she had threatened to kill him at least twice by now, sharing a night that was presumably the last night, caused people to form bonds. He must have felt comfortable enough around her or something, or seriously doubted her threats.
The people were beginning to really get into this 'Jane' thing, she figured that was due to many of them pretending to be Sam and Dean, and that one chick in the denim who was LARPing as Jane. She was referring to herself in the third person now, great.
"She hides things about Sam from Dean and usually waits until last minute or whenever Dean finds out to come clean. Why? What's the point?"
"Sometimes I think Dean is to hard on Sam." She said slowly, making sure not to slip into the third person thing. "I also think that sometimes Sam needs to sort things out on his own, maybe come to the right call on his own."
"The right call being Dean's call?"
She snorted at that one. "Dean is not always right, regardless of what he thinks." Her attention was drawn to the hotel manager, who had been looking like he was growing more bored by the minute. He was probably tired as hell of this convention, not that she blamed him. "Chuck…"
Chuck followed her gaze and got to his feet. It had gotten easy to forget that they were supposed to be distracting these people and keeping them in here. He was glad Jane was doing it, he would have ran out of things to talk about by now. "Excuse me! You really can't leave, sir, please!"
Manager was at the door, reaching for the handle.
"Don't open that door!"
Jane was on her feet as well, feeling an 'oh crap' building in her throat as Chuck lunged forward. She noted he had picked up what looked like an iron stand and he was going to need it. The manager had broken the salt line and she could see a little boy just outside the door. But he wasn't a human boy, he was a ghost, and her Knowing was telling her he was evil.
"Chuck!"
"On it!" Just as the boy stepped through the door, raising what was definitely a real knife, Chuck lunged forward and slashed with the iron. Ghost boy disappeared and Chuck slammed the door. Breathing heavily, he turned and glared at everyone. "I said nobody leaves, damnit! Now someone salt this door."
Jane moved to do that, trying not to grin at the look Becky was now giving Chuck.
"Ah, well… Howdy partners." Dean tried not to shift uncomfortably as Barnes and Demian smiled at him, spotting Jane coming down the steps leading to the hotel. She looked… annoyed, and tired, and there was a little bit of amusement in there as well as she bypassed him and went straight to Sam. Well what the hell…
"Jane?"
"Did you know I can't be possessed?"
"You can't… what?" Sam blinked down at her, wondering where that had come from. "Seriously?"
"Seriously." She was staring at him, her gray eyes scrutinizing him, looking for a sign of deception. "I mean, have demons tried and just couldn't do it or do they know?"
"No clue, does Dean know?"
"Apparently."
"Is he in trouble?"
"Most definitely."
"That could have gone worse."
"Could have been better."
"Jane, you seem a little pissy, what happened?"
"Remember when Zachariah sent you into the future?"
"Yeah…" He still didn't like talking, or even thinking, about that. "What about it?"
"Is that when you found out I couldn't be possessed?"
Dean frowned, wondering just how in the blue hell she had found out about that. He had been contemplating telling her, it was definitely a useful ability, but at the same time… he didn't need her asking a million and one questions. He didn't have all the answers and he figured that telling her might put her in danger, what if she let it slip to someone else? So far, nobody in this time knew anything but him… well, and her on the possession thing. And whoever had told her. "Who told you?"
"Chuck."
Chuck… go figure. He didn't bother asking who told Chuck, Chuck was a prophet, but why was he seeing that? That future wasn't set in stone, what did it matter? He made a note to speak to Chuck before they left, not about to have anymore of his Croatoan future bandied about. "Look, that is when I found out about it but-"
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Jane, we've been a little busy since then."
"Is there anything else?"
He didn't hesitate. "No."
Jane stared at him, obviously looking for a lie. "All right." She said finally, nodding tensely.
Dean had no idea if he was in the clear or not and knew only time would tell.
